Where shall I, of wandering weary, <br />Find my resting-place at last? <br />Under drooping southern palm-trees? <br />Under limes the Rhine sweeps past? <br /> <br />Will it be in deserts lonely, <br />Dug by unfamiliar hands? <br />Shall I slumber where the ocean <br />Crawls along the yellow sands? <br /> <br />It matters not! Around me ever <br />There as here God's heaven lies, <br />And by night, as death-lamps o'er me, <br />Lo, His stars sweep through the skies!<br /><br />Heinrich Heine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-51/
